Outside in the cold.

Snow falls endlessly, covering everything as the wind howls. The little boy, covered in mud and dirt, is shivering, hugging his knees in an effort to keep warm. He looked so tiny, so fragile and vulnerable. His eyes were filled with fear as he kept looking back into the direction he came from, as if something was coming.

Your job today was simply to monitor these woods. But there was nothing about your routine that could’ve prepared you for seeing the boy there.

He didn’t seem to acknowledge the snow and the low temperatures at all. In fact, he acted as if he didn’t feel it.

Instead, he was clutching something in his hands. A blanket. . .A torn and dirty blanket with nothing but mud on the side.

There was no way he could’ve survived alone for so long. . .